Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 9

Jake fumbled with his words, clearly uncomfortable with the question.

Life at the house was like walking a tightrope when the couple was at odds. The staff was caught in the middle, unsure whether to report Curtis’ whereabouts to Leanne.

You didn’t want to cross the boss, but his wife, Leanne, was no pushover, either. They were at loggerheads, but who knew if they’d kiss and make up the next day? Then, they might come after people for taking sides.

After a long internal debate, Jake chose a safe answer. “Mr. Curtis has been tied up with work these few days.”

He was good at sidestepping the issue.

Leanne wasn’t fooled, and she pressed, “So, is he camping at the office then?”

Jake’s forehead was beading with sweat. “No, ma’am, he isn’t.”

“You’re off the hook,” Leanne said, returning her gaze to her soup. “You can go.”

Jake didn’t waste a second. He practically sprinted out the door.

Later, Leanne called Curtis again, only to be greeted by his assistant.

“Mrs. Richardson, are you looking for Mr. Richardson?”

“Can I speak to Curtis, please?”

Richardson is busy at the moment,” Caleb said politely, his voice a study in diplomacy. “As you know, he’s just returned from

wasn’t something she could leave to an assistant to handle. She

face to face.

was running out of patience. “Then tell him, with the way he’s burning the candle at both

paused, unsure of

call me before that

Another pause came.

Curtis, who was busy signing documents. He weighed whether he should relay the message verbatim.

its headquarters back to

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Chapter 9

of documents, Curtis capped his pen, leaned back in his chair, and took a sip of his coffee before asking, “What did she say?”

message. “Mrs. Richardson said you should take care of yourself and

eyebrow and glanced out

Richardson Group skyscraper, part of a grand commercial district of towering silver-gray buildings. The noon sun dazzled off the glass

chair to face the floor-to-ceiling windows, lazily sipping his

She won’t care

had passed on her message, but the outcome didn’t change. Curtis was

other side of town, Jennifer called to check on the progress of

things going with

that afternoon and couldn’t afford a lunch break, was nibbling on a sandwich. “He’s been busy. We haven’t